Sunday, September 9, 2012

Visible Invisibility

Sometimes I feel invisible. So much so I even check to make
sure I cast a shadow. To think no one
knows I am here, my coming and going unnoticed.
Sometimes we make ourselves invisible, hiding behind our masks so others
cannot see, know or hurt us again. Sometimes we run from those who have managed
to slip in between, or melted a door with their gentle touch. Sometimes in our busyness and things to do we
hear not the voices of another or others calling our name, and in the
visibility of our doing we leave them invisible. Sometimes with the smile and joy reserved for
the gods, we leave random acts of kindness for others and co-create with the
sweet Spirits a new life, that is renewed and refreshed from our gift. Ahh yes,
tis definitely a joy and smile reserved for the gods, and in that moment of
gifting, we know the power of joy and desire made manifest in compassion made
visible. Sometimes we stand alone,
invisible and dare to utter the plea or prayer ‘help me’ and feel it hang upon
the invisible air around us. Quietly,
softly, we feel the invisible embrace cloak us, embrace us, touch our heart and
our face, clasping our hands and whispering back, ‘I am here. You are not
alone.’ Moments of visible invisibleness reserved for our hearts alone, knowing
there are no words to describe that another would understand. Sometimes we see the pain of our children or
family as they struggle to grow, their invisible scrapes on their knees and
elbows and our invisible kisses to make it all better. Our invisibility is our love to let them find
their way, to lift from crawl to walk, to mature to hear their own call, and
perhaps even, our love that says good-bye.

Sometimes I feel invisible. And then I think of the wind. And I think of the smile and joy of the gods
when compassion alone is made visible. I bow my heart in silence, and send
forth the invisible breath of Life, “in
lak’ ech– you are my other me, stranger
or friend, shalom, peace, and angel wings to lift you from your knees of
despair.” Quietly I go walking. Into
the open windows, closed doors, buildings and cars, I giggle to see invisible
angel wings fluttering about upon the wind stirred by the joyful clapping of
the sweet Hands of Life. We scamper about, like the wind, with a smile, beaming eyes of joy, sending forth angels and compassion, invisible like the wind, and watch them become visible when upon another they land.

About Me

I am not wise but I try to listen and struggle to see. I have more questions than answers. The ball of yarn and threads, representing answers to the meaning of life and the immortal question of “Why?” more often than not, falls from my heart’s loom to the floor, unraveling and becoming fodder for my cat.
Bowing from my waist in respect for you, bending my neck to offer my humble path, and hands clasped to my heart, I surrender my honor and heart to life, nature, to you and myself. Intertwined…Affirming Healing.
"In Lak' ech".... you are my other me.
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